make a lovely picnic at home : simply find a sunny spot, throw your rug down with some cozy cushions and a cozy throw blanket, sit down and chill out with a good book

we found the most amazing flowerfield just outside the city : filled to the brim with wild flowers. we walked around the field, taking in all the beauty, as the government allowed visitors to pick out a small bouquet, we picked the most beautiful bouquet I have ever seen. the area is getting developed and will soon be the first city forest of Copenhagen next year.

When I was younger, if I were given the choice to pick between savory or sweet, I would choose a savory dish. Now I am not so sure. My taste buds have changed. A sweet recipe that makes my mouth water just by thinking about it is my good old chewy chocolate chip cookies.

The interspaces reddening with blood The lavender-mist of the afternoon Your hand is heavy, Night, upon my brow I bear no heart mercuric like the clouds, to dare exacerbation from your subtle plough Woman as a clam, on the sea's crescent In vain your bangles cast charmed circles at my feet The god's swollen foot Evening befriends the spider, trapping flies in wind froth The ripest fruit was saddest Abiku - a spirit child, one fated to a cycle of e...

they took so much of us it was like throwing berries into a basket how many filipinos buried in the same colonial casket adorned with a cross, gold, like the imperviousness of ivory and the gradual decay of bronze walls, leaving bare the core of brown self-ness; so gone, so gone it was taken away and made equated to hell i see paintings of the devil why is he portrayed as blackened why is he portrayed like my ancestors my history is sepia depicting threadbare savages barefeet, bareminded, bare civilizations of paganism and animalistic virtues my history is the white man, the savior in layers of stuffy clothing and swathed in the scent of spanish uncleanliness and the acridity of their god's damnation intermingled with the rosewater vapors of their god's promise of civilizacion my history is either pre-hispanic or post-colonialism it is never without either of these labels my history is sha...

The sun sets on the lives of the young boys and girls before they're even born. child marriages turn tender aged children into adults overnight. they become bearers of economic, domestic, parental responsibilities. I was 10 when i was married; i could not study. my childhood was taken away from me. my mom said i could study after i got married but i knew that wasnt going to happen, i was no longer their daughter anymore. my sorrow began once i got married. i had no idea what marriage meant.all the money we had was spent on the wedding. my first child happened when i was 14. it is a child giving birth to a child. the doctors said my child died because i was too young. they face pressure to have a child within one or two years after marriage. if we marry them young, the family honor remains intact, we hear about young couples eloping and bringing dishonor to the family. this is our old beli...

Mimi's Cafe, Oakley : brie and mushroom burger 3.0/5 (a little bland, but that brie was amazing, came with a undersalted and very skinny fries),

french dip sandwich with salad 4.2/5 (not as good as the au jus sandwich i had like four years ago in Solvang but still pretty tasty), grapefruit juice, and the best cheesecake ive ever had ... the first bite was a very sensual experience - creme brulee cheesecake .. all of this served by a very handsome guy with jet black hair